In Search Of Poem by Mahfooz Ali

Today I rose and searched for God:
I looked beneath a wooden chair,
I peered in places very odd.

I climbed upon a mountain high,
and forged beneath the sea and more.
The searching only brought a sigh,
my wanderings had left me sore.

Today I sit and wonder why.
I run my fingers through my hair,
I wonder why I cannot spy.

I think that now I realize
my God is with me all the time.
I need not search, no big surprise;
my God is in my heart – sublime.